Nowadays, many magazines and websites like to do this kind of thing, as if they are joining in the fun and are very trendy.
Yuan Yuanyuan has voted for her 2D idol before, but the last time was a few years ago. She is quite familiar with the process.
When she logged into Mengman, she discovered that the announcement that had been floating on the homepage and that she had ignored for several days turned out to be Mengman’s announcement about this competition.
Well... I'm talking about the competition, there's nothing else to say.
Yuan Yuanyuan looked at the contestants below, who were displayed in rows like commercial products.
The voting results will be announced along with the website, and readers can then check them online anytime and anywhere.
Yuan Yuanyuan nervously typed the name of "Yao Ji" in the search bar, and then looked at the current "contestants" of "Yao Ji"... She was actually one of them.
And the name is also very strange, just three dry words.
――“Man in black”.
The picture next to it is a screenshot from her first two magazines. She is wearing black clothes and has red eye lines. It can be said to be her most handsome photo.
However, compared to other names, nicknames, and even fan club names, she felt that this name was a bit too chilling.
Yuan Yuanyuan felt a little sad. She turned off her cell phone, packed up and prepared to go out to see what the pub was like.
In fact, this game is also a disguised competition among wealthy people. After all, according to the website, one postcard is counted as one ticket, which means that one ticket costs thirty yuan. People like Yuan Yuanyuan and the poor students are definitely not willing to buy more tickets just to get a ranking.
So now Xiaoying is asking for postcards everywhere... Ever since she gave the spare ribs to Yuan Yuanyuan last time, her mother hasn't given her pocket money like before for a long time.
Yuan Yuanyuan walked to the front of the tavern and found that there were a few more bodyguards at the door than usual. She didn't know where these bodyguards came from, but she knew that once an unfamiliar person approached, they would be able to tell whether this person was a human or a monster.
However, Yuan Yuanyuan did not enter through the front door, but went around to the back and walked in through the back door.
When she opened the door, she saw a boy in a white shirt standing in the room. The boy looked to be in his early twenties and was about 1.80 meters tall. He was standing where Yuan Yuanyuan usually washed cups, washing the cups with his back to Yuan Yuanyuan.
"Uh... hello, where is Sister Li Zi?" Yuan Yuanyuan walked forward and asked.
The boy who was washing the cup stopped suddenly.
…
The atmosphere at that time was as if the air had suddenly stagnated. Yuan Yuanyuan also paused for a moment, her eyes suddenly glancing around involuntarily.
"Yes, in front."
Just when Yuan Yuanyuan felt something was wrong, but was still confused, she suddenly heard the boy in front of her speak.
He spoke in a very low voice, mumbling, without moving his lips much, and Yuan Yuanyuan even felt him tremble a little.
… To be honest, when the boy trembled a little, Yuan Yuanyuan was frightened.
She inexplicably felt as if she had done something bad and scared the boy.
The boy seemed to be a very introverted person. He stood with his back to Yuan Yuanyuan, wearing a white shirt and washed jeans. Coincidentally, Yuan Yuanyuan was wearing the same outfit now.
According to her own experience, the boy has been wearing the pants for at least ten years... and the shirt for a shorter time, maybe only five or six years.
An experience that sounds a bit sad.
With just a quick glance, Yuan Yuanyuan could clearly see the boy's appearance.
Because they were far away and the light was dim, Yuan Yuanyuan couldn't see the boy's hair. She thought it was the very common, medium-long, fresh Japanese-style hair.
But when she got closer and took a look, Yuan Yuanyuan was stunned again.
This boy's hair... is very strange. Although it has a rough shape when you look at it from a distance, it is all broken up when you look closely. There is almost no intact part. Strands are stuck together, and it looks like someone just cut it casually with scissors...
No, that's not the right way to describe it. It should be described as if someone cut it with scissors.
The "others" here refer to the bullies in the school who bully other students and deliberately cut other students' hair with scissors. This boy has uneven hair from the top of his head to the ends.
Yuan Yuanyuan took a look and forced herself to look away.
I don’t know why... She felt guilty for the first time in a long time. She always felt that it was not good to stare at someone’s hair like this...
Besides, to be honest, if the room wasn’t so quiet, Yuan Yuanyuan wouldn’t even be able to hear what he was saying…
"Uh... you washed the cups quite cleanly. Have you been helping me these past two days?" Yuan Yuanyuan looked at the rows of washed cups beside her. Drops of water dripped down from the cups. The white cups looked very transparent, while the black cups looked very heavy.
"Yes, yes." The boy spoke in a very low voice. He didn't even wash the cup and grabbed the rag beside him with his hand.
"Then when can I come back to work? Did Sister Li Zi tell me?" Yuan Yuanyuan asked.
"Li, Sister Li is not here. She is in front. She said she is here to work for a few days. There are not many people here these days. You can come back when the pub reopens..." The boy's voice became smaller and smaller, and the more Yuan Yuanyuan listened, the more conflicted her expression became.
She felt that compared with the boy's voice, even the sound of water drops falling from the cup next to her seemed loud.
"Oh, oh... Then I won't bother you anymore." She nodded quickly, looking at the boy who had never turned his head from beginning to end, and unexpectedly saw his ears inadvertently.
In the dim candlelight, the boy's ears seemed translucent, and there was a red spot on them, making him look like a girl's.
… Holy crap.
Yuan Yuanyuan slowly lightened her steps, slowly walked out, slowly closed the door, and slowly slowed down her breathing...
My mom.
Yuan Yuanyuan came out and saw the sun on the street, and she breathed a sigh of relief in her heart.
I felt like I couldn't even breathe loudly in the house.
Who is that guy in the room? Is he sister Li Zi's brother? These two siblings don't look alike at all. Why is this boy so timid? He's like a little girl even though he's so tall.
Yuan Yuanyuan turned around and glanced at the back door again, and inexplicably sighed in her heart that there are many wonders in this world.
She knew that she was not fired from the pub and that she could still go to work again. As for whether her salary would be deducted or something... As for the man in the room, Yuan Yuanyuan really didn't dare to say another word in front of him.
Yuan Yuanyuan strolled around the street, bought a bunch of onions, a few tomatoes, and a pound of discounted eggs that were about to expire, and then went home.
Not long after she finished cooking her scrambled eggs with tomatoes, she suddenly heard someone knocking on the door. Yuan Yuanyuan put down her chopsticks, walked over to open the door, and then a figure came into the room from under her armpit. "What smells so good? I want to try it..."
Yuan Yuanyuan recognized Xiaoying's voice. This little girl was very fast. Before Yuan Yuanyuan could shout, she saw Xiaoying pick up the egg with her chopsticks and stuff it into her mouth. Yuan Yuanyuan was so scared that she shouted, "Wait! Egg..."
She suddenly stopped talking halfway through.
Never mind... I don't think she'll get sick from it, she's been eating it for years and nothing's wrong with it.
Yuan Yuanyuan watched as the naughty Xiaoying picked up all the eggs on her plate, leaving only a pile of tomatoes.
After finishing the eggs, Xiaoying wiped her mouth, turned over the huge backpack behind her, opened it, and pulled out a large stack of postcards...
"Oh my god..." Yuan Yuanyuan stared in amazement at the large stack of postcards on the table. Seeing that Xiaoying had not taken out all the postcards yet, she immediately took out another stack.
Two thick stacks of postcards were placed on Yuan Yuanyuan's small table. Yuan Yuanyuan was a little dumbfounded and asked, "Xiaoying, um, did you go to rob the bookstore?"
"No." Xiaoying said, she took out two black gel pens and handed one to Yuan Yuanyuan.
"I've received almost all the cards from our grade department." She said with a bit of pride, "Many people bought the magazine but didn't vote, so I asked if I could have the cards instead. I received 127 cards in total, which is too many for me to finish writing by myself. Can you please write some for me, Sister Yuan Yuanyuan?"
Yuan Yuanyuan took the pen, still a little confused. She held the pen and looked at a card that Xiaoying pushed in front of her. "Just write it here. The number is... 20931, the name is the man in black, and the reason for voting... Just write that he is handsome."
She looked at the card. There were several styles with beautiful illustrations on it. It was made to look very nice. At the top was the candidate for voting, and at the bottom was the reason for voting, with the message "optional" written in brackets at the end.
"… Hey, hey, hey, you might as well not write the word handsome." Yuan Yuanyuan complained. She didn't think it was shameful to write that she was handsome, but she simply felt that there was no need to write the word handsome. There was always an inexplicable sense of irony...
"Well... okay, then you can do it, Sister Yuanyuan." Xiaoying also took out a piece of paper and started writing, "Sorry to bother you, Sister Yuanyuan, I have a lot of homework today, and I have to hurry to do my homework after I finish it."
Yuan Yuanyuan picked up the pen, looked at the card for a few seconds, and then began to write quietly. When she came to the line about the reason, her pen paused for a moment, and then she skipped it silently.
"Sister Yuanyuan, your handwriting is quite beautiful."
"oh."
"I always thought your handwriting was like a dog crawling."
"… I'm a college-educated person, okay, little brat."